The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"Ron, did you see that there was a flash of red light just now." Harry froze for a moment, then turned his head and glanced.

"Harry, don't engage in such small tricks, Fred and George have long been tired of those methods of diverting attention!" Ron said dissatisfied.His attention was all on the chessboard, and he didn't notice the firelight from Fox at all, "Give up, Harry, and act like a man!"

However, Harry's attention was no longer on the chessboard at this time, he looked at the empty small table behind him, and said suspiciously: "Ron, when did there be an extra letter here?"

Ron thought Harry was changing the subject, so he looked over his head in disbelief.

"Maybe who put it there, it doesn't matter to us, Harry, come and finish this round!" He said eagerly, "I'll win right away, don't try to play tricks!"

Harry ignored him, but went to the table and picked up the letter.

"Mr. Harry Potter himself... is this a letter for me?"

He opened the envelope suspiciously.

Inside is a piece of parchment with beautiful and elegant handwriting——

"Harry, if you're careful enough, you might be able to recognize the handwriting. That's right, I sent you the Invisibility Cloak..."

Chapter 65 Unknown Letters

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"Harry, if you're careful enough, you might be able to recognize the handwriting—yes, I sent you the Invisibility Cloak."

Seeing these two lines of words, Harry opened his eyes wide, and quickly looked down.He wanted to know who gave such a precious thing as the Invisibility Cloak to him as a Christmas present.

"I know, you may think that the invisibility cloak is used to do some bad things that violate school rules. But its function is far more than that. The invisibility cloak can be used to do many more important things!"

"I got a piece of news not long ago: Quirinus Quirrell, the assistant teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, was bewitched by the Dark Lord and tried to help him steal that thing that was closely guarded in the forbidden area of ​​the castle, and he already had Enough power to break through those guardian barriers. Therefore, I hope you can put on the invisibility cloak, enter the restricted area first to obtain it, and stop the wicked Quirrell and the Dark Lord!"

Harry stared at the letter in his hand tightly, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, his heart beat wildly involuntarily.

"Are you still playing, Harry? If you don't play, you will lose!" Ron's voice came from behind.

"There's no time to play chess now!" Harry lost control of his emotions and shouted, "Quirrell will steal the Philosopher's Stone at any time!"

"What? Quirrell is so stammering and trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone?" Ron put his hand on Harry's forehead, "Harry, are you in a bad mood after losing a game of chess, or is it about the final exam, and the pressure Too big? Why don't we go out and relax."

"I'm fine! But someone did write and tell me about it," Harry retorted.

"Ron, that perverted Quirrell's stuttering and cowardice is definitely faking!" Hermione suddenly stood up from the pile of books, angrily took the letter in Harry's hand and read it, "Since he If you can disguise your perverted obscenity as a weak person with kidney deficiency, then you can also pretend to be cowardly, so that the professors look down on him and ignore him!"

Ron and Harry were taken aback by Hermione's excitement, and looked at each other cowardly.As a self-reliant little witch in the new era, Hermione was extremely disgusted with Quirrell's perverted behavior, and now she firmly believed the wording in the letter.

"But this letter doesn't even have a signature, could it be a prank?" Ron also leaned over to Hermione and glanced at the letter, "And why didn't he tell Dumbledore the news directly, instead Want to send you this first-year little wizard?"

"But if it was a prank, why did he send me such an expensive invisibility cloak?" Harry asked, "Maybe the person who sent the letter thought it was me who defeated Voldemort, so he thought I could do it again." defeat him……"

Speaking of this, Harry's mood became depressed, "But he doesn't know, I'm actually just a scumbag who couldn't even pass the final exam of the first grade..."

"Don't be discouraged, Harry." Hermione comforted, "In short, this matter has nothing to do with us. Just hand this letter to Dumbledore, and he will naturally take care of the Dark Lord's affairs!"

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

……

After making a decision, the three encountered another problem——

They had never been told where Dumbledore lived, nor did they know of anyone who had been taken to meet the Headmaster.

So, Hermione suggested to go to the vice-principal Professor McGonagall first.

"What are you three doing here?"

Professor McGonagall is in the office at this time, and she is correcting a large stack of homework.

Harry and Ron swallowed as they looked at the thick homework, hoping that Professor McGonagall would not see their own at this time.

"We want to see Professor Dumbledore," said Hermione calmly.

"Want to see Professor Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall repeated, seeming to think that they had such an idea is very suspicious, "Is there anything you can't tell me, why don't you go to see Dumbledore?"

Harry froze for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"It's a secret." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately wished he hadn't said them.Because Professor McGonagall was obviously a little angry, and her nose fluttered.

"Professor Dumbledore left 10 minutes ago," she said coldly.

The urgent letter sent by the Ministry of Justice flew to London immediately. "

"He's gone?" said Harry anxiously. "At this hour?"

"Professor Dumbledore is a very remarkable wizard, with a lot of things to do every day, and time is precious..." Professor McGonagall was interrupted by Harry before he could finish speaking.

"But it's very important!" said Harry.

"Is what you're going to talk about more important than the Ministry of Magic, Harry?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly.

"That's right," Harry hurriedly explained, subconsciously throwing the word "cautious" out of his mind, "Professor, it's about the Philosopher's Stone..."

Professor McGonagall held the quill pen, and his smooth corrections stopped suddenly.

"How do you know about the Philosopher's Stone?" she asked in surprise.

"Professor, someone wrote to tell Harry that Quirrell was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone. We must let Professor Dumbledore know about it." Hermione took the words smartly and said to Professor McGonagall.

She lightly skipped over the remote connection between Harry and Ron and Nicole Flamel, and at the same time motioned for Harry to hand over the letter he was clutching tightly.

Professor McGonagall looked at the three of them with mixed eyes of astonishment and suspicion, then lowered his head and began to read the letter.

None of the four people present noticed that when the letter was delivered to Professor McGonagall, a series of changes occurred in the handwriting, and it changed into another font and another content almost instantly—

The content about the invisibility cloak was removed from the letter, and only a few sentences were mentioned about Quirrell and the Dark Lord.

"Professor Dumbledore will be back tomorrow." Because of the change in handwriting, Professor McGonagall did not recognize that it was Dumbledore's handwriting, and did not believe its authenticity, "I don't know how you found out about the Philosopher's Stone, but please Rest assured, no one will be able to steal it, it is well-protected and secure."

"But Professor..." Harry wanted to say something more.

"Potter, don't be fooled by these prank contents." She said, and at the same time turned her eyes back to the homework in front of her. "I know that there have been many bad rumors about Mr. Quirrell recently. Of course, I also Dislike what he did, but that is no reason for us to believe this letter."

The three of Harry stood persistently in place without moving.

Finding that they had no intention of leaving, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to raise his head, "I'll tell him about it as soon as Dumbledore comes back, okay?"

The third child saw Professor McGonagall's tone and attitude gradually losing patience, and knew that there was no way to contact Dumbledore today.So they had no choice but to nod helplessly and left the vice principal's office.

"Maybe Quirrell is going to do it today!" Hermione said to Harry and Ron immediately after leaving the office, "Otherwise, I can't explain why Dumbledore left Hogwarts so coincidentally!"

"But Dumbledore isn't here, and Professor McGonagall doesn't believe us either. What can we do?" Ron asked.

Harry paused, then pulled Ron and Hermione to walk in the other direction at a faster speed.

"Come on, let's find Professor Dracula!"

Chapter 66 Harry's decision

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"We want to ask, where is Professor Dracula now?"

The three of Harry came to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, glanced inside cautiously, and asked softly.

However, they immediately realized that such a soft voice would not be heard by any student in the classroom.

I saw a crowd of demons dancing wildly in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, a lively scene——

Vlad and the Weasley twins are standing on the table, bouncing up and down, waving a series of teaching dark arts warning bells, playing "instruments" for everyone; a Gryffindor and a Hufflepuff student face to face Standing together, constantly cast spells on each other, and have a friendly discussion; besides, many enthusiastic Gryffindor seniors are cheering for them, and the Hufflepuff students are eating Looking at the snacks I carried with me, I watched the excitement from the side with relish...

The classroom is not full of students who do not abide by classroom discipline.

In the chaotic classroom, a handsome young wizard in a Hufflepuff robe was trying to straighten out discipline, trying his best to persuade him back and forth, but with little effect.

"Harry, Little Rollo, why are you here?" Fred and George, who were playing music, saw Harry and the three of them, waved the string of bells in their hands to them excitedly, and asked loudly, "Will you come?" Want to play together? The opportunity is rare, and it will never come again!"

Ron couldn't help blushing when he heard the two say his shameful nickname.

"Fred! George!!" He rolled up his sleeves, and was about to rush into the crowd to have a fight with two unruly brothers, but Harry grabbed the hood and pulled him back.

"Ron, don't forget about our business!" Harry shook his head at him.

Hearing Harry's warning, Ron barely calmed down, and glared at the Weasley twins standing on the table with hatred.

"Senior, can we ask you something?" Hermione quickly stopped the handsome student who was trying to rectify classroom discipline, and asked.

"Don't call me senior, my name is Cedric Diggory." The handsome student who was trying to organize discipline came over, wiped the sweat from his forehead helplessly, and said to the three of them, "Who are you three?" It’s the first grade, what’s the matter with the third grade class?”

"We're looking for Professor Dracula. Isn't he in the classroom right now?" Harry said.

With deep admiration and a little pity in his eyes, he looked at Cedric, his good partner in classroom discipline.

"Unfortunately, Professor Dracula just left the classroom and said he would go out for a while." Cedric looked at Harry's eyes wonderingly and explained to him.

"And do you know when he'll be back?" Hermione asked.

Cedric shook his head.

Harry couldn't hide his disappointment, and left the classroom where demons danced together with Hermione and Ron.

As soon as they walked out of the classroom, the three little ones saw a tall and slender old witch walking towards them with brisk steps.

"Hello...Hello, Professor McGonagall." The three of Harry felt that they were in the wrong, and stammered their greetings.

However, Professor McGonagall ignored them at all, and walked straight into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Your squad is the most chaotic in the whole castle! I can hear you shouting here from half the distance of the main tower!" Mr. Erqi caught the night tour of the castle, and today he dared to take the lead in disrupting classroom discipline!"

"You guys are the worst class I've ever led!"

"..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood shivering outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom door, silently mourning for the third year students.

At the same time, Harry and Ron also secretly rejoiced in their hearts. It turned out that their class was not the worst class that Professor McGonagall said, and it seemed that they could paddle with confidence!

"Then who do we go to?" Hermione asked in a low voice, interrupting their thoughts, "Dumbledore and Professor Dracula are not here, and now I am [-]% sure that Quirrell will steal the Philosopher's Stone today!"

Both Hermione and Ron subconsciously looked at Harry.

I saw that his face became very pale, but his eyes were shining brightly.

"Okay." Harry took a deep breath.